[closed]

[freeing]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen + Closed Starters
When: All month, baby.
Where: Mainly Dorc.
What: Just closed starters, all about the draaama with their dilemma.
Warnings: Sad backstory eventually. Mentions of rape and strong depiction of slavery.




[ starters linked individually. ]

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[gunsmithed]

[ One of Percy's eyebrows lifts, just a little. The defensiveness is hard to miss, and she'd called them her children, hadn't she. Perhaps her dragons are not his, and perhaps she's known nothing but metallics. But something about the way she's said it stings a little, and Percy can't help drawing himself up. He shifts a little, almost as if bracing himself, but when he finally speaks his voice is even. ]

Four of them attempted to take over most of the continent. Succeeded with a good portion of it, not for lack of trying with the rest. So yes, we've put some work into impeding that. Not nearly enough, but. It's a start.

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... I see.

[ He can see how quickly the color washes from her face and how harshly she gulps. Facing the destruction of dragons was not a new feeling, but it knocks the wind out of her every time. She is biased, undeniably so. Dragons were her children, only because they were the only ones in her entire world. When he speaks of something so different than her experience... there's a loss of words.

Both hands clasp together, eyes looking down as if it was her dragons who did such a thing. ]

Forgive me, I feel my sympathies do not hold quite a justice – but they are there. Perhaps we should change topics...?

[gunsmithed]

[ He can't help a quiet huff of a laugh at that, as raw as Percy's still feeling. It's fair enough, really. There's nothing either of them can do about it now, and whatever her opinions are he's not about to take the Cinder King's actions out on her. He's not that far gone. ]

Alright then. What did you have in mind?

[ Which doesn't mean he's going to make it easy. But there is at least a hint of a tease to it, rather than anything antagonistic. ]

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[ It was a thin line they had to tread. From their own differing opinions, to Dany's defensiveness. She tightens her stance a bit more, but offers an awkward smile. A passable, pleasant one. ]

Anything other than this. [ #nothelpful, but she still speaks confidently – ] If your world has dragons, do they have sea creatures?

[gunsmithed]

[ Another laugh, this one a bit more obvious, and decidedly more genuine. ]

Yes, many. I assume you're not just talking about whales, though.

[ Percy shakes his head a little and shifts slightly to glance out across the water. ]

Serpents, kraken. Things I'm sure we don't even know about. Too many to name.

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No, none of those sort. [ A small, admitting laugh. He speaks of krakens and she lights up a little — mainly because of the stories her brother would tell her as a child. How once they would return to Westeros and claim all of it as their own. Dragons conquering the krakens of the Ironborn. ] Krakens — are they truly large enough to drag an entire ship down?

[gunsmithed]

So they say.

[ Percy has possibly read just a few books on the subject. As a child, he'd devoured everything he'd gotten his hands on about the larger world. Travels and adventures, assuming he'd never get to do any of it. Irony. ]

I have little doubt of it, though. There are all manner of creatures left behind after the Calamity.

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[ That earns a pointed look. ]

The Calamity?

[gunsmithed]

[ There's a brief pause while he frowns slightly at her before it occurs that of course she wouldn't know about that -- if nothing else has struck as familiar so far, why should history? ]

Ah. The great war of the gods, some thousand or so years ago. It left it's mark on the world, to put it mildly.

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Your Gods make their battles so clear?

[ It was half smartmouthed, half curious. Daenerys had not seen the Gods of her world – not had she intended to. But, she picks up on the tension of his words. ]

[gunsmithed]

Oh yes.

[ There's a dry amusement to his tone, and it curves just slightly at the corners of his mouth. ]

Less so now. But they have their way of making themselves known.

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Through the will of evil men or miracles, I'd say. [ Of course, that's her bitterness speaking. ] Have... you seen one of your Gods?

[gunsmithed]

Personally? No.

[ Percy's never had that sort of connection. Or sought one, really. But he's seen enough to have very few doubts in that direction. ]

I've seen the work they do through a very dear friend.

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[ The implication is strong, making her gaze drop a bit. ]

I see. [ She wouldn't dwell, not let it fester. ] Men leave their work known as well. Perhaps we are not much different than Gods.

[ Just look at the tradition of fighting pits and chained slaves, no God created those decrees. ]

The fun part of life is undoing that work, isn't it?

[gunsmithed]

[ Percy's eyebrows lift a little, a very small smile flickering across his face. ]

Not everything, I'd hope. Men or gods. We leave behind what marks we can, so that we'll be remembered. For good or otherwise.

[ It's always about legacy, isn't it. I live while Whitestone lives, he can hear in his own voice, and Percy can only hope that's still true. ]

I'd like to think what I leave behind are positives. I'd like to hope.

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I'd like to leave behind a world good and fair. The Gods or kings of my world do not feel those words are for everyone.

[ The legacy she wants to leave undoes her family's terror. Breaks chains and frees those who need it. She may leave no child behind, but she can leave hope. ]

What do you wish to leave behind, ser?

[gunsmithed]

[ A small, almost humorless smile flits across his face at the question. Something besides weapons, though it seems almost too late for that, now. Percy will always have a legacy of blood, and it's not something he can stop.

But can he make up for it, is the question. ]

A name spoken of well. A chance for civilization to continue. [ He can't help but shake his head a little. Doesn't sound like much, listed out that way. ] My lifespan is comparatively short. I'd like to say I made the most of it.